She freezes for a moment at the mention of volleyball. She can't help but dwell on those same bits and pieces of memory as before, of the beach, of the sand--
But there's no need to dwell on them now. They're really here, and Argilla can tell Rinoa is in a rush, so she nods quickly.]
My pleasure. Is this it?
[Argilla spots the net not too far away, and she's already walking over to it.]
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She freezes for a moment at the mention of volleyball. She can't help but dwell on those same bits and pieces of memory as before, of the beach, of the sand--
But there's no need to dwell on them now. They're really here, and Argilla can tell Rinoa is in a rush, so she nods quickly.]
My pleasure. Is this it?
[Argilla spots the net not too far away, and she's already walking over to it.]